Whether it is said that I win or lose
you will remember the bruise I left
just left of your emotions
and south of your thoughts.
New territory or maybe terror-tory?
Recognition of a place in your heart
where you seldom allow a thought to go.
Different from what was typically central to you.
Viewing stains on my soul as proof of experience
of times best left to time
Too old to be new but to full of you to be cold.